How far can it go? How deep can it go down? The thing he's looking for is still here. A pure soul, buried in the most wonderful body, hidden. He tries, and fails to understand. A hungry animal does not think. He knows it. Needs. Act. When motives do not dare to appear, instincts predominate. Lucidity disappears and the storm of fangs and thirst appears. Only in this way can he obtain his prey.